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of Eirae doeslike. So. And then again doeslike. So. The many
wiles of Winsure.
    The grocer's bawd she slips her hand in the haricot bag, the 
lady in waiting sips her sup from the paraffin can, Mrs Wildhare
Quickdoctor helts her skelts up the casuaway the flasht instinct
she herds if a tinkle of tunder, the widow Megrievy she knits cats'
cradles, this bountiful actress leashes a harrier under her tongue,
and here's the girl who she's kneeled in coldfashion and she's told
her priest (spt!) she's pot on a chap (chp!) and this lass not least,
this rickissime woman, who she writes foot fortunes money times
over in the nursery dust with her capital thumb. Buzz. All run-
away sheep bound back bopeep, trailing their teenes behind
them. And these ways wend they. And those ways went they.
Winnie, Olive and Beatrice, Nelly and Ida, Amy and Rue. Here
they come back, all the gay pack, for they are the florals, from
foncey and pansey to papavere's blush, foresake-me-nought,
while there's leaf there's hope, with primtim's ruse and marry-
may's blossom, all the flowers of the ancelles' garden.
    But vicereversing thereout from those palms of perfection to 
anger arbour, treerack monatan, scroucely out of scout of ocean,
virid with woad, what tornaments of complementary rages rocked
the divlun from his punchpoll to his tummy's shentre as he dis-
plaid all the oathword science of his visible disgrace. He was
feeling so funny and floored for the cue, all over which girls as
he don't know whose hue. If goosseys gazious would but fain
smile him a smile he would be fondling a praise he ate some nice
bit of fluff. But no geste reveals the unconnouth. They're all
odds against him, the beasties. Scratch. Start.
    He dove his head into Wat Murrey, gave Stewart Ryall a puck
on the plexus, wrestled a hurry-come-union with the Gillie Beg,
wiped all his sinses, martial and menial, out of Shrove Sundy 
MacFearsome, excremuncted as freely as any frothblower into
MacIsaac, had a belting bout, chaste to chaste, with McAdoo
about nothing and, childhood's age being aye the shameleast, tel
a Tartaran tastarin toothsome tarrascone tourtoun, vestimentiv-
orous chlamydophagian, imbretellated himself for any time un-